Captured ||Kylo Ren X Reader||

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"Let me do your hair" you spoke out loud to Kylo as he stood up from the drapes of the mattress, shirtless and obviously sweating.

"What?" He asked like he heard incorrectly , and turned to face you. His scar on his shoulder was healing quickly, as it had only been three days since your encounter with the six.

"You let me braid it before" you asserted " and it always looks so messy " You scrunched your nose and sat up in the sheets, wrapping them around your chest

"That's probably because I don't do anything with it" he pointed out, pulling on a long sleeved black shirt over his bandages shoulder without a flinch

"Well, you should." You commanded " you have that beautiful Skywalker hair. I've never seen anything like it" you immediately regretted calling him by his Mother's name. The subject was a delicate one, and you didn't know how he would react. Luckily for you, he flinched and went on about his business

"Its a pain to reason with, and it's getting quite long" he said simply. He was right, now his hair hung just below his shoulders. "I have been contemplating cutting it again."

"Don't you dare!" You snapped, causing his eyes to flash to you in shock of your passion on the subject. You stood up and walked over to him, stopping just before him and crossing your arms " it would be a sin" you said in a matter of fact kind of tone, sticking your nose in the air

"A sin?" He let out a chuckle "that's quite the description"

You furrowed your brows "well it is. It's thick and dark and gorgeous. I don't understand how you treat it like you do" you reached up and ruffled a long piece "you're ungrateful."

He caught your wrist and kissed the inside of your palm, playfully "do what you want with my hair. I couldn't care less" he let go of your hand and you let out a giggle, pushing him back to the edge of the bed and sitting him down.

You sat yourself on his lap, straddling his waist for balance as he placed his hands on your thighs. Despite being so close to his face, you did not make eye contact. You relished your fingers through his hair, pushing it back far enough so that it was out of his face.

You wondered how he got it how it was when you first met. It was shorter back then, but his curls were tucked back professionally and manageable despite wearing a helmet all day.

As you worked, he stared at your features in awe, memorizing each line and crevice of your devoted expression, wondering how you could be so fascinated with something as minute to him as his own hair.

"How did you do your hair before? What did you use?" You asked, still concentrated on morphing him into the old Kylo

"I didn't do anything" he smiled, amused by your frustration

"You're saying that you maintained that gorgeous pushed back look without any product?"

He shrugged "maybe it was the helmet. Or maybe it was that beautiful Skywalker hair" he mocked you, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

"Your helmet you say?" You shrugged " well alright then, " You began pushing his hair down from the top as his helmet would have done if he had not broken it, and after his head was almost completely flat you pushed his locks back, achieving the feature you desired. You sat back and looked at his pushed back curls in awe "there, all done"

He lifted up his arm and touched his hair, nodding in approval. "who taught you how to style hair like that?"

You scoweld. You couldn't remember. "Probably my mother, Parnia taught me how to braid"